With divine sport this world You've formed;
I know not why, I don't know the reason.
Such a magic show, oh, such enigma;
I don't understand aught.
All those things that I hold dear–
In gladness and sorrow I laugh and weep–
They are untruth; mind wants not to regard.
In winter the heat, it sustains life,
In summer the coolness, it assuages,
In autumn and spring the fragrance excites;
But they don't exist, psyche does not regard.
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When this world no longer holds attraction, toward what should I turn my attention?
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